Bound by Fate

CHAPTER TWO

"Where is he?" Yoongi growls, storming through the front door and nearly ripping it from it's hinges in the process. "Where is Park fucking Jimin? I'm gonna tear him a new asshole!"

The rest of his roommates seem to have already retired for the night, with the exception of Seokjin, who looks to be utterly appalled by Yoongi's sudden outburst. He places the magazine he'd been browsing upon the nearby table, and stands from the couch in one fluid move.

"He's still at it with the bombshell, " Jin mutters, eyes wide with curiosity. "Why, what's this about?"

Yoongi snarls, rabid and furious, but supplies his startled roomate with no answers. Like a force of nature, he stalks the hall, eyes burning with unrestrained rage.

The door to Jimin's bedroom never stood a chance.

This time, he actually does rip it from it's hinges, startling both Jimin and his flavor of the night. She scurries to cover her nude form, clinging to the pretense of modesty as Yoongi enters the room with deadly intent. So frightened is the poor tart, that she ends up tumbling off the bed, and taking the sheets with her. What is left behind is one very nude, and very upset Park Jimin.

"What the hell dude?" Jimin exclaims. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?"

At this point, the commotion has caught the attention of the house's five other inhabitants, who all stumble sleepily from their rooms. Some curious, other's clearly agitated.

Namjoon still seems to be half asleep. Barely able to keep his eyes open, he leans against the wall for support, yawning quietly. Hoseok grumbles to himself. He'd been nearly asleep, straddling the line between dreams and wakefulness when he'd heard an extremely loud crack, and the sound of a clearly defined female shriek.

He'd nearly shit himself, brain automatically recalling images from the rather horrifying movie that the evil brat had forced them to watch.

No, Hoseok is not in a good mood.

Jin is hanging back, mouth agape as he watches the situation unfold with horror. Of the seven of them, Yoongi's always been the slightly unbalanced one. But never like this. He can't imagine what has Yoongi off his rocker to this extent, but he knows it's gotta be something serious.

Jeonguk and Taehyung both look shocked, each rubbing their eyes as if hoping that this is just a dream. And neither of them are entirely sure that it isn't.

But when Taehyung leans into Jeonguk's ear, and whispers something quietly, the younger male pinches him enthusiastically.

"Nope!" Tae exclaims, wincing as he rubs his forearm, "we're definitely awake! Did you have to pinch so hard?"

Jeonguk smiles angelically, "you're the one that asked me to pinch you."

Taehyung frowns, and mutters something incoherent beneath his breath.

But none of this fazes Yoongi in the slightest.  Nor does the sudden audience temper his fury.

"Out, " he growls menacingly, glaring at the woman who is still intent on shielding her virtue from the abrupt sets of extra eyes.

If this were any other situation, he'd have scoffed. He never did like whores, especially those who can't even admit that they are one. And under any other circumstances, he might even be willing to admit that it could be unfair to judge her prematurely.

Then again, Jimin has always attracted the same kinds of women, minus Minji.  It's been that way for the last hundred years or so, ever since Jimin's first time witnessing Minji's death.